The Catholic World, Vol. 15, Nos. 85-90, April 1872-September 1872 / A Monthly Magazine

al resort of the citizens of Mildendo consists, mainly, of three hotels, thirty public-houses, and five ponds. The population I shoul

rgesses, and dance to the

bly become tiresome and inconvenient if persisted in throughout this narrative, beside becoming absolutel

jogging all a summer's day in search of country lodgings for a few weeks in the immediate neighborhood

hotel, and pay a maximum

blic-house, where it will cost y

n entirely empty house, and hire furniture from Bru

position into a quasi-martyrdom, by, in a measure, compell

regard life and circumstance with the apathy of despair, and

e had we reached, and explored in vain. Judging by our feelings, I should say we had ransacked at least half-a-hundred of those rural colonies. Almost all these villages possessed at least six public-houses and t

two, which sounded like Diggum and Hittumontheback. But our city driver appeared to be acquainted with

sque little lake, with green shores. The carriage entrance went through the house. Beyond, we had caught sight of a paved yard or court, and of a vista of green leafiness that looked cool and inviting. We heard the noisy jangling of a barrel-organ playing a polka, and we found a performance going on in

d let us out of the fly. We had been so long cramped up in it that we were gl

the rest of the company assembled. He was the usual Savoyard, with a face like a burnt crust; all fire-brown eyes, sable ringlets, and insane grimace

een transfixed in the act of carrying it somewhere. Beside him, on the step of the door, sat a blonde young woman, with large

s not pretty, but had neat, small features, that wore a pleasant though rather sad smile, as she suspended her work to watch what was going on. An old woman in a dark-blue gown and a clean cap, with a pile of freshly-ironed linen in her arms, stood at the top of some steps l

ressed in a full pink frock and black silk apron. She had light brown hair, cut short and straight, like a boy's. She danced very energetically, but solemnly, without a smile on her wee round mouth. She poussetted, she twirled-her pink frock spread itself out like a parasol. Her fat little bare arms akimbo, she danced in a gravely coquettish, thoroughly business-like way; now crossing, changing

e their eyes off the little dancing nymph: it was easy to see they were her proud parents. The quiet young lady on the bench looked tenderly at th

pen window looking into the cou

Ah, ah, Monsie

en at that aperture, but we had caught a momentary glimpse of a big blond man in a blue blouse, who had instantly dropped out of sight, and who was crouching on the floor, for we saw, tho

ur Babébibo-BOU?" (The first syllable

he child, trying to imitate the gruff voi

y colors, and then another roar: "Avec les compliment

plums, "Avec les compliments de la Reine de tous les bon

vely advances and assists at the examination of the packet, popping comfits into her

ld woman has brought out to him. The landlord and his wife have disappeared. The young Frenchwoman on the garden-bench has risen, and come

him fondly and repeatedly. The child responds with like effusion. The father's great red face, with its peaked yellow beard, contrasts touchingly, somehow, with the wee pale phiz of his little son

bsent awhile from his family. "H

t seen Auguste dance. Thou hast seen how well, and

good sister," says the

that Mademoiselle Marie had remained sole possessor of the packet of sweets; and that the little boy, content to have got his papa, made no effort to

ith naive feminine generosity and justice. "Th

ree went away into the little garden, where t

d secure, at tolerably moderate charges, the accommodation we required, made up ou